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Links @ Lake Linganore reviews
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Respite and nepenthe from thy memories of the Links @ Lake Linganore 2+ years
Reviewed:
Played on:Dec 20, 2017
Played the course:once
Pros:
Nice DisCatcher baskets. Reasonable variety of shots for a short 9 hole community course. Easy navigation with map and quick to play. Only need a putter to play, but a driver helps on a couple.
Course map and hole 1 by the parking lot for the pool and tennis courts. Course plays through a forested slope around the Lake Linganore Events Tent and Barn.
Random facts - Lake Linganore is named after an Indian chief with only one ear. It happens to be the largest private lake in the state of Maryland. It also is home to ancient Indian caves.
Course map and hole 1 by the parking lot for the pool and tennis courts. Course plays through a forested slope around the Lake Linganore Events Tent and Barn.
Random facts - Lake Linganore is named after an Indian chief with only one ear. It happens to be the largest private lake in the state of Maryland. It also is home to ancient Indian caves.
Cons:
Natural tees aren't the best and only found one tee location for each hole despite some having two listed. No pin indicators or nice tee signs, or benches, although not a big deal here.
Hole 3 has two fairways to the long basket position and one of those(left side) which is the preferred gap and plays over hole 4 fairway and tee. Course lacks in the distance department, but the available land was utilized well.
Risk of disc loss in summer if the rough is not maintained. Not a problem in winter. There is some potential interference if others are playing on the course as well as walkers and cars on nearby roads. Not a lot of seclusion.
Risk of being towed, but the course plays so fast it seems unlikely for that to happen. No course amenities or restrooms, but that is probably because it's meant for the residents. Not really worth going out of the way to travel to even only minutes off the interstate, nor was it meant to attract serious disc golfers. Only the extreme OCD course baggers will seek this course out and find relief marking it as played.
Hole 3 has two fairways to the long basket position and one of those(left side) which is the preferred gap and plays over hole 4 fairway and tee. Course lacks in the distance department, but the available land was utilized well.
Risk of disc loss in summer if the rough is not maintained. Not a problem in winter. There is some potential interference if others are playing on the course as well as walkers and cars on nearby roads. Not a lot of seclusion.
Risk of being towed, but the course plays so fast it seems unlikely for that to happen. No course amenities or restrooms, but that is probably because it's meant for the residents. Not really worth going out of the way to travel to even only minutes off the interstate, nor was it meant to attract serious disc golfers. Only the extreme OCD course baggers will seek this course out and find relief marking it as played.
Other Thoughts:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping at my chamber door -just some visitor-- I muttered, tapping at my chamber door, only this and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember, It is in the bleak December each dying ember, wrought Its ghost on the floor, eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Linganore Oh, Linganore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom angels name Linganore, nameless here for evermore, the silken sad uncertain rustling of each curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before, to still my beating heart, I stood repeating a visitor at my chamber door, and nothing more. My soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer -sir--said I or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore I was napping, and you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here, I opened wide the door. Darkness there and nothing more
Back into the chamber turning my soul within me burning, soon again I heard tapping something louder than before -surely--said I something at my window lattice let me see what thereat is, and this mystery explore I flung a shutter with a flirt and flutter, In stepped a raven of the days of yore, no obeisance made, he not a minute stayed he mien of lord or lady perched above my door, perched upon a bust just above my door, perched and sat and nothing more -thy crest be shorn and shaven--I said art sure no craven, ghastly ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -Tell me what thy name is--quoth the raven Nevermore.
Then methought the air grew denser -perfumed by some unseen censer swung by seraphim whose foot tinkled on the floor -wretch - I cried God lent thee by angels sent thee respite from thy memories of Lenore quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Linganore -quoth the raven-- Nevermore -be that word our sign of parting-- I shrieked up starting get thee into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore leave no black plume as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken, Leave my loneliness unbroken, quit the bust above my door, take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door -quoth the raven-- Nevermore
The Raven never flitting still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust just above my chamber door, his eyes have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore!
Ah, distinctly I remember, It is in the bleak December each dying ember, wrought Its ghost on the floor, eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Linganore Oh, Linganore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom angels name Linganore, nameless here for evermore, the silken sad uncertain rustling of each curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before, to still my beating heart, I stood repeating a visitor at my chamber door, and nothing more. My soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer -sir--said I or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore I was napping, and you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you here, I opened wide the door. Darkness there and nothing more
Back into the chamber turning my soul within me burning, soon again I heard tapping something louder than before -surely--said I something at my window lattice let me see what thereat is, and this mystery explore I flung a shutter with a flirt and flutter, In stepped a raven of the days of yore, no obeisance made, he not a minute stayed he mien of lord or lady perched above my door, perched upon a bust just above my door, perched and sat and nothing more -thy crest be shorn and shaven--I said art sure no craven, ghastly ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -Tell me what thy name is--quoth the raven Nevermore.
Then methought the air grew denser -perfumed by some unseen censer swung by seraphim whose foot tinkled on the floor -wretch - I cried God lent thee by angels sent thee respite from thy memories of Lenore quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Linganore -quoth the raven-- Nevermore -be that word our sign of parting-- I shrieked up starting get thee into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore leave no black plume as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken, Leave my loneliness unbroken, quit the bust above my door, take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door -quoth the raven-- Nevermore
The Raven never flitting still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust just above my chamber door, his eyes have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore!
